"I'm Harry. I'll be your tattoo artist today."
I'm speechless at the man that stands before me. I have never seen a person more intimidating than Dean, until this very moment. He's very mysterious looking, in a dark- yet beautiful kind of way. He stands an inch or two taller than Dean and his physique is very impressive. His chocolate brown curls are played up in a quiff and his eyes are a sparkling emerald green. His accented voice is deep and raspy in a rough yet melodic way, impossible as it sounds. His plain black t-shirt hugs his muscles perfectly and his black skinny jeans are a bit snug, complimenting his long legs. I find myself very interested by the tattered brown ankle boots on his feet. My eyes then move to the beautiful tattoos that scatter across his body in the most enchanting way possible.
He looks almost like one of those dark angels. Hauntingly beautiful.
"This is my girlfriend, Belle." Deans demanding voice pulls me out of my fascination with the tattoo guy.
I look up sheepishly at Harry and send him a timid smile and his deep green eyes bore into mine. My stomach churns at the intensity of his gaze and I want to look away but I can't bring myself to do it.
Dean thankfully clears his throat and Harry immediately turns his attention back to his customer. They begin to talk about the specifics of the tattoo.
I let out a long breath that I didn't realize I was holding in. I take out my phone and scroll through twitter to distract myself and to drown out their conversation. It does exactly that and before I know it, Dean's tattoo is finished.
"Okay, so are we free to-"
"Be quiet. I actually just had a great idea." Dean rudely interrupts me as he stares down at the hideous gorilla on his bicep.
"I want "I'm a Beast" written underneath the gorilla. That would be so sick!" I have to force myself not to make a disgusted face.
"Wait a minute Dean, I think you should think about this before you just do it. You might regret it." I say as gently as possible.
"What did you just say?" Dean's angry voice booms in the tiny room.
"I'm not saying you can't, I'm just saying you should think about it first." My voice sounds a little shaky, but I'm trying my best to keep calm.
"Shut your god damn mouth, Belle! I can do whatever the hell I want! I make the decisions in this relationship."
"Dean, please babe-" My voice doesn't mask the panic that I'm feeling right now.
"Stop nagging me like the worthless bitch that you are!" Dean stands up and I cower back into my chair. Harry places a firm hand on Dean's chest.
"I can do the tattoo now if you want mate, just calm down." Harry's dark, mesmerizing voice sends a chill down my spine.
I frantically stand up on wobbly legs and get the hell out of there. Only I can't go very far, since Dean drove me here. So I walk outside and sit against the brick building. I squeeze my eyes closed and rub my temples with my finger tips, trying my hardest not to cry this time.
I must have been sitting there for an hour or so when I heard a door slam.
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hi beautiful people,
I hope you liked Chapter 3! So sorry it took so long, Chapter 4 is coming VERY soon :)
ily all you guys rock xoxo
-Abby
